"gypsie" poems
I wish I was a gypsie. 7
Red and purple and blue and gold. 8
Freedom of a free culture. 7
I could dance all day long. 6
Wash my clothes in the river. 7
I would live on the road. 6
I would find a girl. 5
We could have gypsie *** 6
And make gypsie love. 5
Living my life, 4
As I decided. 5
Pickpocketting, 4
**** the law; 3
I'm a gypsie 4
I live free. 3
"I live, 2
I take things, 3
I live." 2
Free 1
Gypsie 2
Free. 1
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
Precipice hanging
Red rock dwellings
Hiding under the sandpine desert
Freeing me in the process
Tribal seeking
Falcon knowledge to leadeth me down road highway
Noones way
But the freeway
Riding the cool gypsie wave
Moral decay hath abounded me
With the naysayer's and no bringers
Wolves cometh by swarms
Mastered by scorn
They scorn another with boiling hot heat....
Trampling feet..
Dance to their own tune,
No rhythm and blues
But jazz gone punk!!!!
Raccoon turned skunks
On lonesome highway to hell...
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
She's cold but she needs a fix to warm
Her shattered body withered away from strange
men stuck in a world were make up
is a good enough I.D. so she plays in the snow
A little longer no one dares utter Merry Holidays
carrying bags filled with goodies for good kids
Who only undress for a bath Shes no sweet piece of pie
It seems everyone knows shes a bad kid though seeking
goodies only handed off in hotel rooms with
water stained ceilings her heart beating to bed springs
She's cold but she needs to make a dollar or two
more to get a flake on her tongue unfeed yet
if everyone knew she was sent here to stay
with a uncle she never knew lived up here
For the holidays another sacrifice for her mom's
Christmas tree habit
She's cold Yet she has to make a snow angel
tonight to feel like she's not just a girl apart of
a group of sixth who sit in between client time
imagining what high school would be like
if daddy would let them attend just
to feel as clean as class room desk
She's cold but its just the right temperature
for her to collapse another vein from pressure
of snow falling to fast for her to move Shivers recede
She's cold but she cant move her body up
in a way feeling a high faster then her arms can spread
wide and her legs can seem to move outward numb
She's cold but she knows in this dead end alley
Only hands of thieves will move her so she closes her
eyes and on Jesus's Birthday feels no more cold
Because snow angels go home to heaven?
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 12:46 AM UTC
Just a lonely soul
Wandering the earth
In search for something
That can never be found
Cursed at birth
Incapable of loving another
Never to change
Born for leaving
This is me
Gypsie at heart
Runner not a lover
I dine with the witches
A beast of no remorse
Show no pain
No fear
Consume what's in my path
I am lost
I always will be.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
I was a gypsie from the sixties
A bandit of robbers train
A theif of jewels
Gold heirlooms and diamond doubloon
Hopeless romantic turned insane!!
I was cryptic as a monster
A myth of fairy tale
Eating moss and blue sky winery
A frog a snake and snail
I barefeet trotted
Amongst hippies and yippee freaks
A writer from the beginning
As Plato of mine country Greece!!!
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
She spies upon mine page
As a Spaniard informant
Gathering intelligence
By the flowers in mine hair
Yet
What info canst one retrieve from
A Past life thief
And gypsie hippy?
As she realized it wasn't info she was massing............
It was her first time ever loving someone!!!
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
I am a man whom never ages
I am some what immortal
you see i am 200 years old to this very day
the day i turned 20 i met a beautiful woman who was a gypsie
i fell for her and wanted to persue her only to be let down
the only thing i wanted in this world was her so i went
to her.... exspressed my love and she felt as i did
at least i thought she did, she painted a picture of me which stole my soul
she killed her self that night and i was left with this long life which is nothing but misery
to have loved is now treason.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
As I lay there, beneath the stars and the moonlit sky, chasing after my train of thought.
I wonder, do others think as I?
Have your thoughts ever drifted off to where the stars go at night? Or maybe contemplated your life on a different planet? Or perhaps imagined what it would be like if time stood still just for a day.
I wonder, are there others who share the same thoughts as I?
Have you thought of riding the waves or hugging a tree? Have you thought of swaying your hips to beat of a gypsie's drum? Or imagined marching towards a sunrise?
I wonder, have you ever thought like me?
Have you turned pages of Plato's philosophies seeking truth? Or imagined what the world would be like if we were united? Have you contemplated Earth's greatest mysteries?
I wonder, do you think like me?
Do you wake up believing in as many as 6 impossible things before breakfast?
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
I can hear the devil calling my name
he's begging me to come back home
I found him sitting in a crowded bar
and asked why he was drinking alone
i found peace under western stars
and I found rest
in a beat up car
we're waking up in apartments
next to people we barely know
the bottle is there for comfort
it's the only thing keeping me sane
on top of a mountain I'm smiling
as my skin is covered by rain
your body lays next to me.
you sleep while I wrestle with
my anxiety.
there's some nights where I'm afraid to sleep
for the fear you won't be there when I wake up.
our parents built this house with strength and faith
I tore it down with sin and *****
but just like everything else in my life
I will leave it behind.
I only know the open road
where the sun burns my skin
and the buzzards wait for me to fall.
I hold out a thumb
in hope for a ride
but humans just aren't human anymore.
I was beaten down and scarred
by the railroad guards and my lover.
the woman I said I'd die for
how true that statement is.
her gypsie eyes pulled me in
and never let me go.
she was all I had to live for,
her and the bottle.
a preacher once asked me,
why do you live like this?
I replied with a sigh,
shook my head and replied,
"it's all I've ever known."
"I'm in love with what kills me
and what drives me insane.
but if I didn't have those vices
I'd be just another grave."
bury me at sea
I don't deserve a funeral.
a boat filled with roses
as black as my heart.
all I ask to join me
in this voyage to the end
is a bottle of the finest whiskey
and a picture of her.
they'll watch me float away
but let no tears fall.
no one knew my pain
no one understood my madness.
for when death comes to find me
I'll greet him with a smile.
the bar lights are out
me and the devil sit alone.
we take a final shot
light a final smoke
and I pat him on the back
"I'm ready to come home."
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
As a gypsie,
She swayeth me
As a crypt keep
She comforts me
As a dusk brew
I taste her beans
As a city and country stew
She giveth me seed
As a pedal
She drops upon mine porch
As a light
She lights this burnt out torch!!
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC